Its funny, don’t even know you but I think about you
You’re on my mind, all the time I’ve even dreamed about you
Could be desire or my lust but it don’t make a difference
Thought about an old lady but your beauty is my witness
Can’t even figure it out, what am I doing dawg!
All I do is look and pretend the room is full of smog
So I don’t think you’re looking, or even try to catch a glimpse
Everything inside my head is fantasy, never real as shit
I gotta stop stalling but I say its too late
I sometimes catch a glance but get scared and just over think
I need to stop acting like a kid and just spit it out
But life ain’t what it seems and the walls begin to pile around…
Tag: poem
Dead
There is no point to this, I write and write to get no play
I put my heart in situations, that’s why I wrote Astray
I’m living in a life full of misery and pain
I never sound nice nor do I even count the strain
The strain of vigilance among the two who have restraints and hits
The love of colorless will paint pictures on black and white canvas
The tyranny that’s caused all of this war, shall pour upon its people
Drown them in the sore, deep in pores where death dwells in kilos
The superstition of regulars on the dark path
Individuals divided by numbers but have no hint of math
Take a glance, portray them as your evil leader
If I had a chance, I’d die cus rolling dice is just a feature
Will we prevail if god shows us more suns and earths?
Will we all die if we prove we we’re made of dirt?
With such mystery we wonder why we’re still living
Too bad we all die tomorrow and nothing is forgiven.
Astray
I’m trying to find the light but all the shades is down and sh**
My thoughts are on fire but my mind is just a ship.
Floating out in sea and drifts away when wind hits
Countless lives lost for god forsaken crippling bits
I’m confused on situations that require money and trust
But lust for even more that has my head pounding and all that stuff
Crying to my self just so I can see it wash it away
Its stays like a storm pouring down tons of rain
I wish I can be better but there’s nothing left to give
If I slit my wrist then friends will pop bottles, pour and piss
Tough enough for small endeavors, weak just to fall astray
Can’t hold on tight cus the tears of pain have soaked my hands with shame
My dark thoughts shadow down the beams of warm light, I’ve never seen God but I hope that God is nice
I’ll never say him or her or prefer God as an it, beliefs in mythical practice have made people jump ship
The large waves of death come and take over all, as humans fall we seek answers to life and all
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